Fuxi's eyes pierced through the thick fog, and Yang Guang of Luoyang held the Heaven-Severing Sword with a complex expression on his face. He said lightly: "The human race is constantly striving for self-improvement, so naturally they don't care what the enemies outside look like. But this time, the saint gave the sword.
People have to be careful!”
After hearing this, Shennong and Xuanyuan also showed a trace of hesitation on their faces. The situation during the Conferred God War was still fresh in their memories. Many successful practitioners died in that war.
Now he is still a slave in heaven, or he may have been turned into ashes.
This time, it was originally just a script, but now with the unexpected appearance of Yang Guang, it seems to have changed again. Even the leader of Tongtian Cult could not help but take action.
Is this foreshadowing something?
The Three Emperors are also in a bit of a dilemma at this time. Intervening in the replacement of emperors in the world is not a big deal, but if they involve all the saints of the human race, it will be a major decision for the human race. If you are not careful, it will cause losses to the saints of the human race.
, and then affect the luck of the human race.
Among all the races in the world, the human race has become the protagonist, which was created with one sword and one shot. In ancient times, there are countless sages of the human race who shed their heads and blood to achieve today's prosperous age of the human race.
"Yang Guang is very respectful to the sages of the human race. Whether it is the three brothers, the five little guys behind, the sages of the human race, or even the heroes who died in the war, they are all respectful. It is very rare. Why don't we, the Human Emperor, have such respect?
Where's your support?" Xuanyuan's face flashed with a hint of righteousness.
"What the emperor brother said is true. Ever since the human race came into existence and you and I became the emperor, how many people have offered sacrifices to us and the martyrs of the human race over the thousands of years? How can it be said that the change of dynasties will continue until now?
Is there any change?" Shennong Zhengrong said.
"Maybe!" Fuxi thought for a while and said, "I wonder how the two emperor brothers are going to express their opinions?" Since Shennong and Xuanyuan have already made a decision, Fuxi will naturally not refuse.
"Since the saints have already expressed their stance, we naturally have no choice but to express our opinions." Shennong waved a ray of light with his right hand and fell towards the Three Emperors Hall.
When Fuxi and Xuanyuan saw this, they also looked at each other and smiled, and two rays of rays of light fell towards the lower realm.
In the Hall of Three Emperors, Yang Guang and others were reciting sacrificial inscriptions when they saw colorful rays of light falling into the hall. Three bronze dharma images shone with immeasurable light. It was faintly visible that countless sages had cut through thorns and thorns to expand the territory for the human race.
At this time, the divine light flashed in the Pantheon, and the 108 saints and sages also shone. Finally, in the void, countless human soldiers appeared faintly. They were either wearing battle armor or wearing single clothes, holding hands.
They held weapons, either sabers or spears, and some even held wooden sticks in their hands.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear. I share the same enemy with you!"
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Waves of shouts came out, and morale was high, disappearing above the clouds.
Various visions enveloped hundreds of feet in radius, and the surrounding human beings burst into tears. The resonance from the depths of their bloodline broke out at this moment. This was a roar from the depths of their bloodline, and this was a cry from the depths of their souls.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear. I share the same enemy with you!"
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"The Immortal Buddha Dharma cannot be manifested in China. Why is this so? Why is this so?" Monk Fahai's eyes were red and he stared at everything in front of him.
First there were saints, and now there are human saints. These people have put aside the Buddha's decrees and show themselves as saints in front of others. How much incense will be taken away from Buddhism in this way?
Will anyone still believe in Buddhism in the future?
The Holy Land of Lingshan in the West needs to be strong, not just by experts, but also by the power of faith. Why is Buddhism moving eastward? Isn't it just for the power of faith, so that it can be used to increase the power of Buddhism?
"The human race belongs to Buddhism, and it is absolutely true that the Buddha's light shines everywhere." Fahai looked at Yang Guang surrounded by the crowd. He knew that Yang Guang had won the people's morale and would soon march westward to annihilate the Li Tang clan.
"We have to meet him one more time." Fahai decided that he still wanted to see Yang Guang.
Yang Guang, who was among the crowd, also noticed Monk Fahai disappearing in the crowd and shook his head. He also wanted to go to the temple for a walk, but in the end, he chose Taoism.
Temples in prosperous times, Taoists in troubled times.
In prosperous times, monks always open the mountain gates to attract believers from all over the world. On the contrary, in troubled times, Taoist priests will go down the mountain to help the country. Look at the Sui Dynasty again, those temples occupy a lot of fertile land, which is obtained from the hands of poor people.
Collecting various tributes is not what Yang Guang likes.
If Yang Jian had not come out of the temple back then, perhaps the power of Buddhism would not have been so strong. It would have been easier for Cihang Jingzhai to dominate the emperor.
At this moment, on the shore of the South China Sea, in the vast sea, a nun came slowly with a sharp sword in hand. She did not take a boat, but stepped on the sea water with her feet, and stepped onto the coast step by step.
Although there were rough waves on the sea, the other party's shoes were very clean, without even a trace of sea water.
"Amitabha, I have not returned to China for more than a hundred years. I wonder how Cihang Jingzhai is doing. Is there anyone in China who dares to offend my Buddhism?" The nun looked at the billowing dust with a look on her face.
There was a hint of thought.
The nun stepped out with one foot, and a faint lotus flower grew under her step. When she looked again, she saw that the other party was already several feet away. In the blink of an eye, the nun disappeared without a trace.
On the official road, a group of people and horses walked slowly. The leading men were riding war horses and holding swords in their hands. Behind them, there were a dozen minions who were also staring feebly at the coolies in front of them.
"Master, look there, what a beautiful nun!" A man with a black mole on the corner of his mouth and yellow teeth pointed at the oncoming nun and said.
"Where, where." The leader's eyes suddenly flashed with greed. He touched the thick beard under his chin and said, "Isn't it a pity for such a beautiful woman to become a nun? She should
Follow me and enjoy the glory and wealth." After saying that, he led everyone forward to stop the nun.
"Several donors stopped the poor nun, why?" The female nun looked at everyone, with a trace of disdain and coldness deep in her eyes.
"The little nun is so young, why should she enter Buddhism and accompany the Qingdeng Buddha all her life? Isn't it a pity? Why not follow me and become a popular person?" The man looked at the nun's beautiful face and drooled from the corner of his mouth.
"Little nun, this is the leader of our Haisha Gang. If you follow him, you will have a good life in the future." The minions around him laughed loudly.
"Amitabha, it's a pity that people in the world are ignorant." The nun didn't even look at the crowd. The fly whisk in her hand rose up, and the fragrant wind swept past.
Behind her, the leader of the Haisha Gang stood there quietly with his mouth open and his eyes wide open. Only a red mark slowly appeared on his neck, and finally turned into a line of blood and spurted out.
